Apologies if you were expecting a post about a Scandinavian sex parlour.

My eldest niece (18 years old, 5 foot 10 - her legs are taller than me - blonde, stunningly beautiful... that's Old-Nick put in a trance) has come over from Denmark for a few days along with my 19 year old step-niece (if there is such a thing. My brother's step-daughter?) who I'd never met before. So Parsley, Smudger and I set off to my mum's house for the weekend to see them.

I adore both my nieces and my nephew but I have to admit to having a super large soft spot for the eldest, who as well as being drop-dead gorgeous has somehow managed to be intelligent, grounded, popular, caring and fun as well. And my step-niece was jolly nice too.

They both made a big fuss of Smudge who never hesitates to play to the gallery and spent the weekend being as obscenely adorable as possible whilst stuffing his face (literally. He packs his cheeks like a big hamster and sucks all the tasty bits out before spitting the remnants into his pelican bib) with my mum's food at every opportunity. This is after me moaning to my mother for the past 4 weeks about how he won't eat anything I cook for him. He is SUCH a rascal.

We went walking in Constable country on Saturday and went to church on Sunday before sitting down to one of my mum's trad Sunday lunches. It was all jolly civilised and a lovely time was had by all.

[cue Sixy, technological incompetent, spending almost an hour trying to link my mobile phone to the pc to upload some pics and failing]